wrap me in your arms and i'll know i have been saved

never think

i try not to think about it, but it chases me behind my dreams, it paralyzes as its parasite lives comfortably in that absent moment of my mind. a blank brain is the perfect time for that thought to come, the thought of the threat that i may succumb to, one day, in a near or far, far future... a dreadful thought that threads itself in the most treacherous times.

and, of course, more dangerous than this thing that now may flow through my body, free in my veins, is the thought of re-thinking a future in some other way than the unplanned one that i have already careful planned in the past-times.